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I Won't Go Down, Not Even With Alice
we, the understated,
the lazily represented,
decree that
once the poetry
bends at the knee
in the gilded confines
of SW1
it is another victory
swung the way
of surrender
better, say we,
to be a person of interest
than acquiescent metrist
invited to tea
Sunday 10th November 2013 4:34 pm
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